Crowned with a glory,
woven in soothing words,
you stand on a pedestal,
bricked with compassion.
You are naked.
Standing vulnerable.
The arrows pierce through your body.
It was your eyes that got stuck out in Syracuse.
You are the sacrificial lamb
that suffer to grant others peace.
No one ever reflects over your will,
but you do it for them.
You are purity. You are goodness.
The sword gores through your neck.
It was your guts that were ripped out
at the emperor´s command.
Your brethren worship their saint
and you are nurtured by their prayers.
Absorbing thirstily the attention
with self-pity in the mind.
You are seen. You are affirmed.
The flames consume your body.
It was you that was flogged for rejecting
the love of the Roman governor.
You focus on keeping your head held high
under the weight of your gloria.
All your powers are used to keep your balance on your pedestal.
And you could never get away.
~
Supplement: Romans 5: 3-4
Crowned with a glory,
woven in soothing words,
you stand on a pedestal,
bricked with compassion.
You are naked.
Standing vulnerable.
The arrows pierce through your body.
It was your eyes that got stuck out in Syracuse.
You are the sacrificial lamb
that suffer to grant others peace.
No one ever reflects over your will,
but you do it for them.
You are purity. You are goodness.
The sword gores through your neck.
It was your guts that were ripped out
at the emperor´s command.
Your brethren worship their saint
and you are nurtured by their prayers.
Absorbing thirstily the attention
with self-pity in the mind.
You are seen. You are affirmed.
The flames consume your body.
It was you that was flogged for rejecting
the love of the Roman governor.
You focus on keeping your head held high
under the weight of your gloria.
All your powers are used to keep your balance on your pedestal.
And you could never get away.
~
Supplement: Romans 5: 3-4